by Lily Harlem
“I’m glad you think so.” He held me closer. “I do love you, you know. Even though it seems fast, it’s not, we’ve always been destined for this, to be together.”
“I know. I can feel it.” I banged my chest. “Here.”
Chapter Twenty
Darius
As midnight drew nearer, I became restless, checking my watch and scanning the huge stones set in a large circle. They were majestic, bigger than I’d expected. Moonlight sparkled in the moist grass, making it look as if the stones were set on a bed of diamonds.
Would it go to plan? Could I save these men with my blood? Was my father watching on, even now?
We’d easily traversed the perimeter fence around the monument. George had disabled a CCTV camera by hacking into the system. I’d watched him in amazement, thinking of all the times he’d passed through in his long life, the things he’d learned and seen. I fell a little more for him, and longed to have some quiet alone time to discover his memories and ask about his past.
Then I’d looked at Oscar, checking out the shadows beneath the stones, his big bulk moving with grace and small droplets of dew glistening around his biker boots as he’d strode through the grass. He, too, had my heart. It was cliché to say he had a rough exterior but was soft inside, because there was so much more depth to him. I was greedy for time with him, too. Not least because I wanted to find out if I could handle getting fucked by his big cock.
I shifted from one foot to the other and clenched my buttocks. Just thinking of sex made me horny, despite the serious situation.
Rhys was leaning back against a stone with his hands in his pockets and staring at the ancient woodland to the east. I adored his easy smile, his dimples and the way his carefully styled hair flopped forward, giving the impression of boyhood despite his many years on this Earth. He was fun to be with, sexy as fuck as well. He was a man who’d already moved into my heart.
Lloyd had stayed close to me, smoking not one, but three cigarettes while we’d waited for midnight. I’d enjoyed the tangy scent of the tobacco as it had swirled upward then melted into the night. When I’d shivered, despite it not really being truly cold, he’d hugged me close and kissed my cheek.
‘I can’t wait to taste you.’
I shivered again, remembering the intensity in his words. I wanted Lloyd to taste me. I wanted him to kiss me all over, fuck me, give me an orgasm. I hadn’t had the pleasure of getting naked with Lloyd, yet I felt so close to him. Perhaps when this was over we’d share a bed, tonight, and make each other come, over and over.
“It’s time.” George stepped up to me, holding his pocket watch. “If you’re in agreement, Darius.”
“Of course I am.” I unzipped my jacket then shrugged it off. “How could you doubt it?”
“It’s polite to ask,” George said, slipping his watch away then taking my jacket.
“How do you want me?” I ran my fingertips around the collar of my t-shirt.
“Now there’s an offer.” Oscar raised his eyebrows and swiped his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Definitely minus the t-shirt,” Rhys said, stripping off his own. It had Rio Grande and a small Stetson embroidered on it. He dropped it on top of my jacket, which George had laid on the ground.
I admired Rhys’s chest for a moment, then Oscar smoothed his wide palm over mine and distracted me. “We’ll be careful. I promise.”
“I know you will.” I stared into his eyes. “I trust you.”
“You must be special.” Oscar laughed. “To trust four vampires.”
“You need me.”
“Yeah, we do.” Lloyd was behind me. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled my back to his cool chest. He’d removed his hoody and t-shirt and his skin on mine sent a swirl of desire through me. “We really need you, in so many ways, and for all of time. Nothing bad will ever happen to you.”
“We love you,” George said, breezing his lips over my mouth. “You’re the one we’ve been searching for, and now we’ve found you, you’ve made us very happy.”
“So happy,” Rhys said, kneeling in front of me and taking my hand. He turned it, so my wrist was exposed and just an inch from his mouth.
My vampires cocooned me, surrounded me. I felt safe and protected, needed and desired.
Have I ever been happier?
I worried about myself sometimes. My blood was about to be drunk and I was happy?
“No fear, just pleasure,” George murmured as he kissed over my cheek to my neck.
Lloyd was also kissing my neck, his chilled lips leaving a trail of sensation that went down my spine to my asshole.
I moaned, tipped my head back, and closed my eyes.
A sharpness entered my right wrist—Rhys sinking his fangs in first. Instantly my asshole tightened further and my cock twitched.
“Ah, yeah,” I gasped, locking my elbow and relishing the soft suction he’d created.
Another two sets of fangs pierced my flesh. George at my jugular, Oscar on the ball of my shoulder.
I jolted as blood rushed to my cock, filling it fast. Their saliva was a potent aphrodisiac, and having so much of it at once…
I groaned, and with my free hand I clutched Lloyd’s forearm which was wrapped around my waist. “Oh fuck,” I managed as a fourth set of fangs stabbed into the opposite side of my neck—Lloyd.
Bright lights swirled in my vision. My pulse thudded in my ears. My heartbeat sped up and my knees weakened. Rather than them taking from me, it felt more like they were feeding me something.
Desire.
Passion.
Lust.
I whimpered, glad of the support their arms and bodies were giving me. My cock was at full mast now, pressing against my jeans. It hurt, it was so bloated. I was sure I’d have zipper marks.
My veins heated and tingled around their mouths. Adrenaline shot through my system. I trembled, and my stomach and ass quivered as my temperature went up, scorching over my shoulders and to my biceps.
“My cock,” I gasped. “Fuck.” Damn, it hurt. I needed to free it from its confines. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. The craving so powerful I wondered if I’d survive it.
Still they sucked, drinking before, during, and after the strokes of midnight. My skin was alive, heat shooting down my arms and fizzing in my fingertips. But sparks didn’t release. They stayed there, boiling and churning, adding to the desperation bubbling inside me.
Lloyd was the first to stop feeding. “That was worth the wait,” he whispered against my ear.
I couldn’t answer. My brain was fudged. All I could think of was my swollen cock and finding release. My hands were on fire, but my cock more so.
George pulled back, his fangs still on show. Two small drips of blood sat on the ends as he smiled at me.
“George,” I managed, then glanced at my groin. I groaned when I spotted the thick wedge of flesh. “I need…”
“Shh.” He kissed me, feeding me my own bloody flavor.
I swiped my tongue into his mouth. I was breathless and hot. My body didn’t feel like mine any more. They owned it. I was theirs and they were mine.
George broke the kiss and studied my face. “You okay?”
I opened my mouth but no words came out. I was frantic, too frantic to articulate.
Oscar pulled back, wiping his hand over his lips. He glanced at the sky, then me. He frowned. “Babe?”
I was shaking as I pushed at Lloyd’s arm around my waist. “I need…”
“What? What do you need?” Lloyd whispered as he released me.
Rhys raised his head and stared up at me. A trickle of blood rolled off his chin onto the grass.
“Jeez, your saliva. Fuck!” I dragged at the top button on my jeans. “I need…I need to fuck. Someone fucking fuck me.” I shoved at them, dragging my boxers with the tangle of material.
Finding release, claiming an orgasm was all I could think of. Need had possessed me.
They were all qui
et for a split second, then Lloyd spoke. “I’m up for the job.” He pressed the center of my back, forcing me to bend forward.
Eagerly I got to my hands and knees, glad of the cool earth on my hot flesh and the night air washing over my now naked ass. “Hurry.”
“Bloody Hell, he really needs it,” Rhys said, moving to my side. He wrapped his hand around my shaft and squeezed. “He’s rock hard.”
I yelled out in pleasure. Finally. Stimulation.
“You got lube?” Oscar said.
“Yeah,” Lloyd replied. He gripped my buttocks and separated them.
I knew I was a sight, begging for it, offered up for it, but I was past caring. I needed one of my men to sort me out…fast.
“Damn, you’re hot like this.” George ran his hand over my damp hair, removing the strands stuck to my forehead. “So in need of us.”
My asshole was invaded, not by fingers but by cock. Lloyd’s cock.
I squeezed my eyes closed and groaned. This was only the second time I’d been fucked and there was no preamble, no prep.
I was glad of the lube as he continued to push forward, his wide cock head parting my quivering sphincter. I held my breath as it stretched to the point a nip of pain caused me to cry out.
“Relax,” Rhys said, stroking my cock from root to tip in long, firm movements.
Relax.
I couldn’t, and didn’t even try to. Instead I bucked backward, taking more of Lloyd’s cock.
He moaned my name and gripped my hips harder. He seemed to give up control and sank deep, plunging into me until his belly slapped against my ass cheeks. “Ah fuck, yeah!”
“Benedict give me strength,” Oscar moaned, running his hand up my back to the nape of my neck. “I’ve got such a fucking hard on watching this.”
“Oscar!” I whimpered. “Please, more. Give me more.”
Lloyd pulled back, then shoved into me again, riding over my prostate.
I grunted as pleasure spun through my system and my balls contracted.
Rhys was masturbating me, his excited breaths washing over my torso. When he reached the tip of my cock he twisted his hand a little, stimulating my glans and making me dizzy with pleasure.
“Here, take this.” A big hand gripped my hair and pulled my face up. I opened my eyes. Oscar was in front of me, on his knees, holding his cock.
His huge, thick cock.
“Open your mouth, babe,” he said.
I did as he’d asked, and as Lloyd and Rhys worked me, Oscar sank his enormous shaft into my mouth.
My jaw ached it had to stretch so much, and he quickly reached my throat. I resisted the urge to gag even though Lloyd was shunting me onto Oscar’s cock with each thrust of his hips.
I was spiraling toward an orgasm—one so big, so consuming it scared me. My pulse was deafening, my asshole was taking Lloyd’s dick in fast, wild strokes, and my mouth was full. Blistering heat shot down my arms, heating my palms and sizzling against the cold, damp grass.
“Come,” Rhys said. “We want to see you come. You’re spectacular like this, Darius. You were made for us, made for fucking.”
His sexy words tipped me over the edge. For a few blissful seconds I held the intense pressure hostage in my cock and ass, then with relief I released it.
Ecstasy consumed me. I didn’t know where my body stopped and my vampires’ bodies began. My ass spasmed around Lloyd’s cock, and my dick spurted, coating Rhys’s hand. I swallowed rapidly as Oscar came in time with me.
“Yeah, he’s coming. I’m coming,” Lloyd shouted. “It’s here.”
He flooded my insides with cool cum, adding to my bliss. I would have cried out, told them how awesome it was, but my mouth was stuffed with cock.
On and on my climax claimed me. It was like nothing I’d experienced before. Several thick shots of semen shot from me, until my contracted belly hurt with each subsequent spurt. My fingertips burned and I was sure sparks were flying from them and seeping into the ground.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” Lloyd slowed and ran his hands from my hips to my buttocks. “You’re amazing, Darius.”
Oscar pulled from my mouth, but I still couldn’t speak. I was panting, gasping for breath. My vision was fogged, and my ears buzzed. Pleasure was still rippling through my cock as Rhys held it.
‘Hey.” Rhys kissed my cheek. “Take a few deep breaths, eh?”
I inhaled; short, sharp snatches of air.
“That’s it,” he said.
Oscar stroked my hair, and Lloyd was still buried deep.
Gradually my trembling body came back under my control, though the heat in my chest, shoulders and arms remained. “I’m okay.”
“Babe, you’re more than okay—you’re perfect,” Oscar said.
“I’m pulling out.” Lloyd withdrew.
I was aware of every millimetre of his cock leaving my body. When his glans popped out, my asshole clenched tight.
“Wow, I didn’t…expect that.” I fell onto my stomach on the grass, then immediately flipped over onto my back.
For a second I focused on clouds slipping over the stars, then both Rhys and Lloyd’s faces appeared.
Rhys grinned and smoothed his hand down my belly and stroked over my cock again, which was softening as it lay on my pubic hair.
“Was I too rough?” Lloyd frowned. “I’m sorry if I was.”
“No, you gave me just what I needed.”
His brow softened. “That’s what I always want to do for you.”
“Only a few scorch marks,” Oscar said, stamping on a smouldering patch of earth to my side. “Nothing to concern ourselves with.”
I rolled my shoulders, then flexed and unflexed my fingers. It was as though they were still bubbling with heat and sparks.
“Get up,” George suddenly commanded.
Lloyd and Rhys snapped their attention to him.
I closed my eyes and sighed. I needed to rest. My work was done, I’d fed my vampires according to the fable, and I’d been thoroughly fucked as my reward.
“Someone is coming,” George said.
Chapter Twenty-One
Darius
“What?” I spun to my side and stared in the direction George was pointing.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Human footsteps, and still a way off. But get up, get dressed.”
“Security?” Oscar tucked himself away and straightened his leather jacket.
“Possibly.” George shrugged. “But realistically it could be anyone. This place wasn’t exactly hard to get into and with security down as well.”
“True.” Lloyd reached for my hand and helped me to standing.
Rhys already had his t-shirt back on, and he passed me mine. “Here.”
“Thanks.” My asshole was tender as I refastened my jeans, though it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation.
“Over there,” Oscar said, stepping close to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “See?”
“Yeah,” Lloyd said, flanking me and folding his arms.
“Should we hide?” I asked.
“No,” George said. “We’ll talk our way out of it if necessary, and if we can’t…”
“You’ll what?” I asked.
“We have ways.” Rhys smoothed his hand over his hair. “The same methods we’d have employed if spotted in the Tower.”
I swallowed; the taste of Oscar was still on my tongue.
Out of the shadows, a lone male figure appeared. He was striding toward us, his paces long, and with what looked to be a large camera swinging from a strap around his neck.
“Do you know him?” Lloyd asked me.
“No, why would I?” I said. “Do you?”
The vampires were silent so I took that as a no. I rubbed the two small bite marks on my wrist as I watched him approach. The holes were hot, as were my arms and hands. It was as if they were still full of fire.
“Military?” Rhys said. “What do you reckon?”
“Mmm.” Lloyd moved nearer to me. “A soldier
who likes to take night time photographs. Strange, right?”
“Stranger things happen,” I said.
The moonlight had spread over the man now. He was tall, with short, dark hair, and stubble peppered his jawline. He wore camo combats and a tight, black t-shirt. Tattoos spread over both his forearms, and a set of dog tags hung from his neck.
“Hey,” he called, holding up his hand. “Didn’t expect to see other folk out here so late.” He had a faint Scottish accent.
George glanced over his shoulder at Lloyd.
“Find out more,” Lloyd said to him.
George nodded, then, “Neither did we,” he called. “Expect to see anyone that is.”
The man drew to a halt just ten feet from us. He was handsome, his features angled, his mouth wide and pliant and set in a friendly smile. “I’m taking a few wee shots for a competition. Thought the stones would look good at night. It’s a thousand quid prize.”
“I take it you didn’t ask permission,” George said. “To be here.”
He chuckled. “Do you think they’d have said aye?” His smile dropped. “Shit, you’re not Security for this place, are you?”
“No,” George said. “Doing the same as you, enjoying the stones in the moonlight.”
He smiled again and studied each of us in turn. His attention landed on me and his eyes narrowed as though he recognized me from some advertising campaign or other.
I rubbed my hands together, wishing the heat would settle. My fingertips felt as though needles were being stabbed into them. If the stranger hadn’t appeared I’d have discharged some sparks to make my hands more comfortable.
“Beautiful,” the stranger said, still looking at me. “Absolutely beautiful.”
“I thought you were here for the stones,” Lloyd said, his voice even lower than usual. “Taking photographs.”
“Er, aye, you’re right, we don’t want them going anywhere, do we?” The man held up his camera and appeared to take a few shots of the large stone behind us.
I swallowed and glanced at the trees to my right. A light wind ruffled over the canopy.
“What’s your name?” George asked.
